The black figure used its unique earth escape technique, instantly traveling a thousand miles. While escaping, it couldn't help but feel confused, what the hell is going on here?
Even the Third Raikage, it was confident it could kill with one strike. How could Nawaki Senju, a mere genin, actually withstand two of its attacks? Damn it!
In just a moment, it arrived at a hidden tree house in the Land of Water. After staying silent for a while, it finally knocked on the door.
"Did you succeed, my will incarnation?" A cold and stern voice came from inside.
Black Zetsu gritted its teeth, adjusted its emotions, and said with an apologetic look, "Sorry, Lord Madara, the mission failed. Nawaki Senju, the grandson of Hashirama Senju, seems to have some protective methods that prevented me from taking his body cells."
The atmosphere was silent for a while. Then a violent surge of chakra burst out, directly destroying the wooden house. A figure slowly walked out.
He wore red Warring States era armor, carried a fan on his back, and had three tomoe Sharingan in his eyes. A powerful pressure pressed against Black Zetsu.
"Useless, you can't even do such a simple thing! Sometimes I really doubt if you are my incarnation." Madara Uchiha coldly stared at Black Zetsu.
Black Zetsu cursed in its heart, "If it weren't for needing your Rinnegan and collecting the tailed beasts, I really want to say a few heartfelt words to you!"
But on its face, it looked embarrassed. "Lord Madara, calm down. Although we can't get that kid's body cells, we can still get them from your..."
Before Black Zetsu could finish, Madara Uchiha threw his sickle at Black Zetsu, his eyes full of killing intent. "I don't want Hashirama to be disturbed even after death!"
His expression became twisted, like a demon crawling out of hell!
Black Zetsu was stunned and quickly escaped underground. Madara Uchiha's attack missed, deeply embedding into the ground. Black Zetsu quietly complained in its heart, then reappeared.
"But without the Senju bloodline, we can't create a large number of subordinates to assist in your plan, Lord Madara!" Black Zetsu's words made Madara Uchiha fall silent.
But no matter what, digging up Hashirama's grave was something he would absolutely not do. "Then we don't need those subordinates. I can do it alone!"
Hearing Madara Uchiha's words, Black Zetsu couldn't help but feel speechless. You? Do you have that much time? Your strength has already declined significantly. After you die, who will work for me?
Black Zetsu looked at Madara Uchiha. "Actually, there is another way. We don't need to dig up the grave, and we can still create the White Zetsu army."
It sighed. If it secretly dug up Hashirama Senju's grave, Madara Uchiha might break ties with it. That wouldn't do! It needed to save its mother, Kaguya Ōtsutsuki!
"Oh? Tell me." Madara Uchiha relaxed. As long as he didn't have to dig up his best friend's grave, anything was fine.
"Lord Madara, the face on your chest. Cut off a piece of flesh and give it to me to cultivate. We can also produce the White Zetsu army this way!" Black Zetsu had no other choice. But the White Zetsu army required Hashirama's cells to replicate.
Now that Madara Uchiha refused to dig up the grave, it could only take from the face of Hashirama on Madara's body. However, this would severely injure Madara, and his physical functions would further decline.
"If Lord Madara cuts off a piece of flesh from the face, we can also replicate Hashirama's cells. But this will cause serious damage to Lord Madara. You won't be able to fight for at least two years." Black Zetsu was frustrated.
If not absolutely necessary, it really didn't want to use this method. Two years was enough time to do so many things! It didn't want to waste any time.
Madara Uchiha laughed. "What's so difficult about that?" He took back his sickle, wrapped it in chakra, and cut off a piece of flesh from the face, then threw it to Black Zetsu.
The wound on Madara Uchiha's body bled, then gradually healed. But Madara's face was pale, though he forced himself to stand straight despite the discomfort.
Black Zetsu sighed. "I understand, Lord Madara. As your will, I will quickly produce a large number of White Zetsu soldiers."
Then it escaped into the ground and left. Madara Uchiha staggered, leaning on his sickle as he walked back to his small house. That move just now had aggravated his injuries, causing his chakra to become unbalanced.
After entering the house, he closed the door and lay down, a smile on his lips. "Hashirama, I will prove to you that as long as there are ninjas, there will be war. Only the Infinite Tsukuyomi can bring true peace to the ninja world!"
Then he passed out.
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Hakuki, Kikyōzan.
The Suna-nin grabbed the ropes they had prepared in advance and began climbing up. Uchiha Ryun immediately received reports from his subordinates. The corners of his mouth lifted.
"When their ninjas are almost at the top, cut the ropes and drop the rocks!" Uchiha Ryun coldly watched the ropes being pulled tight by the Suna-nin below and said coldly.
"Yes!" The surrounding Uchiha all took out kunai, activated their Sharingan, and stared intently below, calculating the distance.
Soon, a ninja entered Uchiha Ryun's line of sight. He waved at the Suna-nin and said, "Well then, sayonara!"
Then he cut the rope. The Suna-nin's face turned pale, and he desperately tried to climb up quickly. Falling down meant certain death. It was better to take a chance than to fall to his death.
Unfortunately, while ideals are beautiful, reality is harsh. Uchiha Ryun threw a shuriken that hit right between the Suna-nin's legs.
The Suna-nin's eyes widened in rage, wanting to curse Uchiha Ryun with his last breath. But Uchiha Ryun lightly kicked a nearby boulder with his foot, and the boulder began to roll down!
The Suna-nin was the first to fall with the boulder. The Suna-nin below felt something was wrong. Why did they sense danger?
But in just 3 or 4 seconds, a falling rock descended from above and landed in the crowd. About twenty people couldn't dodge in time and were crushed into paste, while around fifty were severely injured by the impact.
"What's going on!" Ebizō's face turned pale, frozen for a second or two.
"Watch out!" A Suna-nin pushed Ebizō hard, sending him flying. Ebizō looked at that ninja, his eyes wide.
"Takeri!" Ebizō shouted. Takeri smiled.
"Live on, Lord Ebizō!"
Boom! A huge round rock smashed onto Takeri's head. Red liquid seeped out from under the rock, spreading outward.
"No! Takeri! Damn it, you Konoha brats! How despicable, setting up an ambush to attack us! I will grind your bones to dust!" He prepared to charge up the mountain.
But the Suna-nin nearby quickly grabbed Ebizō.
"Lord Ebizō, calm down! The falling rocks from the mountain are still coming, mixed with kunai, senbon, and shuriken. We can't go up!"
Ebizō clenched his teeth. He should have realized it earlier. The slow response from the mountain meant something was wrong. He had been too arrogant, deceiving himself into thinking Konoha wouldn't attack the rear, or that they couldn't take the rear so quickly.
If there were problems in the rear, the army he brought could climb the mountain and form a pincer attack with the defenders above.
But he never expected that the ninjas above were killed without even sending a message. This meant Konoha had sent absolute experts to attack their rear!
Ebizō fully understood Konoha's plan now. Unfortunately, hindsight is always useless.
Hehe.
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